sweet kiss bitter summer

The morning market on Wangjie is said to be a morning market, but in fact it is open until the afternoon and is very lively.

Small stalls spread out along the street, selling everything. The breakfast shop is the busiest at this time. Steamed buns and deep-fried fried dough sticks are mixed with water vapor and green smoke, thick and earthy.

Tan Chen walked in front of Liang Luo'an, and his pace was not fast. Of course, there was no way to walk fast in such a crowded place, but even so, the people walking together were easily scattered by the flow of people.

Liang Luo'an is a habitual offender of this kind of thing. He was chewing the pancakes that Tan Chen bought for him, and his eyes were fixed on the back of Tan Chen's head. If one of them didn't pay attention, Liang Luo'an's sight was blocked by the back of another strange head. up.

"Luan?" But Tan Chen's eyes seemed to be on the back of his head, and he stopped immediately, looking back at Liang Luo'an holding the bag of pancakes in one hand, with his legs dangling, trotting uncoordinatedly to follow.

"It's so dangerous, the pancake almost fell to the ground."

Liang Luo'an lifted up the edge of the pancake bag cherishingly.

"If you get lost here, just go home and wait to be scolded."

Tan Chen pulled up Liang Luo'an's wrist, grabbed a corner of his clothes and stuffed them into his hands, "Pull my clothes to let me know that you are behind me."

"Oh."

Liang Luo'an obediently grabbed Tan Chen's clothes, and took another bite of the pancake. He felt that it took a little more strength to hold Tan Chen in his hands, but soon Tan Chen slowed down, and the slightly tight clothes relaxed, He said with some amusement, "Tan Chen, it's like walking a puppy."

"Who is the puppy?" Tan Chen pulled Liang Luoan's hand holding the hem of his clothes to his body, and pinched Liang Luoan's soft nape, "Will the puppy worry about the owner getting lost?" "Like it That's what the owner's puppies think."

Liang Luoan said.

Tan Chen smiled noncommittally, and didn't seem to mind Liang Luoan's words. His fingers slipped past Liang Luoan's hair, letting Liang Luoan grab the hem of his clothes again.

After walking for a while, they stopped in front of a fruit stand. Tan Chen bought some oranges and bananas, which were used to honor his mother. Open flames were probably not allowed in the cemetery, so Tan Chen didn't buy anything else. .

After arriving at the place, Tan Chen went in with his things, and Liang Luo'an was waiting for him at the door.

The atmosphere here is indeed a bit different, even in the hottest season, the air is mixed with coolness, which seems to seep into the body a little bit.

Liang Luo'an wrapped Tan Chen's coat tighter, then squatted down, covering the exposed half of her calf.

He turned his head, still couldn't help looking in Tan Chen's direction.

Tan Chen was squatting in front of one of the many tombstones, wiping the words on the tombstone with a towel brought from home.

Liang Luo'an couldn't see what was written on the tombstone, but only saw Tan Chen's arms swinging. His movements were very slow, as if he had no strength and was about to freeze.

Liang Luo'an turned his eyes back and stopped looking at Tan Chen, but because of Tan Chen's obvious loneliness, he still inevitably began to feel a little sad.

After an unknown amount of time, Tan Chen came out, patted Luo An on the shoulder, and signaled him to get up and go home together.

On the way back, Tan Chen didn't say anything, Liang Luo'an was also silent in cooperation, looking down at the road sullenly, trying to keep the same pace and frequency as Tan Chen.

They walked back to Wang Street again, the surroundings became bustling, Liang Luo'an still did not make a sound, he didn't look up until he saw Tan Chen's footsteps beside him stopped, and he saw Tan Chen was paying in front of the fruit stand, and then handed over a bunch of them. Peeled cantaloupe.

"I can't eat shaved ice in the morning, I owe you one, let's eat this first."

Tan Chen said.

Liang Luo'an took it, but didn't eat it. He didn't understand Tan Chen's words, and said, "I don't want to eat shaved ice."

"Usually when I'm unhappy, I just use a piece of shaved ice to calm me down."

Tan Chen raised his eyebrows, looked at Liang Luo'an, and asked, "Can I use this to coax you well today?" "I don't know."

Liang Luo'an glanced at the cantaloupe, but still didn't eat it, but passed it to Tan Chen's mouth, "Tan Chen, why don't you try it for me, and see if you can coax it well with this."

Tan Chen looked at Liang Luo'an, paused for a moment, then opened his mouth and bit off one tip of the cantaloupe, pursed his lips with a slight upward arc, and told him: "Good coaxing."

Liang Luo'an nodded, showing a very satisfied expression, while eating the rest of the bamboo stick, he grabbed Tan Chen's clothes and walked forward.

He threw away the bamboo stick in the trash can, thought for a while, and felt that what Tan Chen said was wrong, the cantaloupe didn't seem to have the effect of increasing happiness.

Because he obviously ate such a big piece, he was no happier than when he saw Tan Chen smiling.

After returning home, Liang's father and Liang's mother had already gone to work as Liang Luo'an wished, and he breathed a sigh of relief, thanking himself for being lucky enough to avoid the wrath of his parents.

Tan Chen has a high body temperature and gets hot easily, and he sweated a lot on the way back.

He washed his face first, and took off his shirt. The sweat beads on the surface of the young back muscles gathered into droplets as he moved, and flowed down the gully of his back.

Liang Luo'an's face became hot, and he quickly splashed some cold water on his face, then went to Tan Chen's room to find a white vest and handed it to him.

But Tan Chen didn't pick it up, and didn't take a break. Instead, he went to the bathroom with the tool box, and began to dismantle the parts of the water heater.

Liang Luo'an clawed at the door of the bathroom, and asked somewhat suspiciously: "Tan Chen, you have dismantled the water heater so much, can you put it all back together? There won't be many parts, right?" "No."

Tan Chen twisted the screw and gave an affirmative answer.

Liang Luo'an looked at the door for a while, knowing that Tan Chen was wiping his butt again, and felt a little sorry, so he asked him again: "How can I help?" Tan Chen's work stopped for a while, as if He was thinking, and then directed Liang Luoan: "Go wash a bag of Banlangen, use hot water, and drink it."

Liang Luo'an was stunned for a moment, Tan Chen thought he was reluctant, and urged him to "go quickly", so Luo'an obediently went to make some medicine.

He is really reluctant, because he has been taking medicine since he was a child, and he has an instinctive rejection of various types of drugs.

But since he was a child, Tan Chen was the one who coaxed him to take the medicine, so this matter seemed less unacceptable.

Liang Luo'an prepared the medicine, stood at the door of the bathroom, deliberately let Tan Chen hear the sound of him drinking the medicine, and then signaled: "I've finished it!" "Yeah."

Tan Chen responded casually, and unloaded another large part that Liang Luoan didn't know what it was. The muscles on his back contracted with the movement, like rolling hills, like green wheat waves rolling in the field.

Liang Luo'an suddenly felt that his face was hot again, so he hurriedly twisted a cold towel and applied it to his face, but the situation did not improve at all, until he went back to the room and lay on the bed, looked at the ceiling and took many deep breaths. The temperature that filled the mind gradually subsided.

Liang Luo'an let it go for a while, then touched his face again, there was still a residual heat that hadn't dissipated.

Luoan felt as if he was really sick.

He couldn't help recalling many similar situations before, and diagnosed himself very skillfully: just now, he experienced the 27th high fever named Tan Chen this summer.